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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

truth dance

I do not wish to stay above,
languishing in the safety of the surface.
The wild deep never stops her call
to swim in the womb of what is real.
Because the truth- our truth is mirrored back and forth
in a dance between the doorways and windows we throw open.
Let our honesty rush in with the wind,
rather than slipping through cracks and crevices.